Love, loss and triggers...

For you, Dad...

So, tonight, as I waited for my banana and walnut loaf to bake, I took a ripe pomegranate from the fruit bowl and began the laborious task of peeling and de-seeding it, seed by single plump seed. And as the sticky, sweet juices dribbled and oozed through my fingers, messy and moreish and irresistible, I was with you dad, waiting patiently for you to finish peeling me my favourite fruit, watching as you took your time, carefully releasing every juicy succulent seed from the tough membrane, lovingly offering me the rich, ruby red spoils...

The triggers hit you quite unexpectedly...xx